Chapter 115: The Mark of the Underworld, Devouring, Yaoguandu, the Old Patriarch, the Land of Despair, I Came in (Part 1)

Wujiang Mansion, inside the mysterious stone chamber.

A young man with his upper body naked swallowed a bright red pill and sat in meditation to regulate his breathing.

After his magic power boiled over, red steam emerged from his head. The steam kept changing, as if it wanted to condense into a red lotus. However, after several changes, the red lotus on his head failed to condense into shape. He failed and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

The door of the stone chamber was suddenly pushed open by a middle-aged scholar.

"Teng'er, are you okay? Did you fail to break through?" The middle-aged scholar walked quickly to the young man and helped him up, saying sadly

Under the light provided by the night pearl, a teardrop-shaped blood mark on the young man's left chest was very eye-catching.

"I'm sorry, father, I still haven't been able to break through to the realm of Qi Refining and Spirit Transformation and enter the realm of True Person."

"A precious Blood Soul Pill was wasted in vain."

"I'm afraid I won't be able to survive the next time the underworld comes, father." The young man said weakly. He clenched his fist fiercely with a ferocious look and resentment on his face.

"How unfair is the way of heaven. If I had been given another half year to hone my magic power, I would have been able to break through to the realm of a real person. Why would I fail at this last moment?"

"It's a pity that I will have to enter that damn place in another month."

Recalling his last experience in the underworld, the young man couldn't help but feel a little scared.

The last time he escaped from the underworld was thanks to some luck. He failed to break through to the realm of true person this time, and I am afraid he cannot escape this time.

"No!"

"no way!"

"Teng'er, you have to cheer up. You can't give up. There is still a chance. You are my only son. Your mother died early. Before she died, she asked me to take good care of you. You are only in your fifties, but you have already reached the late stage of Qi Refining and Spirit Transformation."

"My son, you have the qualities of a true lord!"

"Teng'er, don't be afraid. As long as you kill one more mark owner and seize his remaining marks, I'll give you another half a year, and you will definitely be able to break through successfully."

"Within a month, your father will go to the ends of the earth to find someone with the mark of the underworld to prolong your life!"

"If you don't have the Blood Soul Pill, I will refine another one for you. Even if it costs me one thousand, one hundred thousand lives, I will definitely find it for you."

Inside the secret room, the middle-aged scholar's roar of pain, depression, anger, and determination echoed in the enclosed space.

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Yaoguandu is a remote ancient village.

Hundreds of years ago, a group of herbal farmers named Guan fled to a valley near the Wujiang River to avoid disaster and gradually developed and grew into an ancient town.

Because it is located next to the Wujiang River, the people of Yaoguandu gradually changed their lifestyle and started collecting herbs as their main job and fishing as a side job to supplement their lives.

Inside a small wooden house in Yaoguandu.

A few days ago, on a moonlit night.

Gouwazi held his breath and dared not to breathe. His eyes were red and he huddled in a corner of the room. When he felt sleepy, he picked up the embroidery needle beside him and stabbed his thigh hard.

Only severe pain can relieve my sleepiness.

At this time, his arms and thighs were covered with dense blood spots caused by needle pricks, which was chilling to see.

"Can't sleep!"

"I'll have that dream once I fall asleep!"

"I will dream about the old patriarch!"

"So many people have died. I don't want to die. I don't want to die!"

"Old Patriarch, please let us go, let Yaoguandu go, many people have died!"

“We were wrong.”

After pricking himself with a needle and swallowing some refreshing herbs, Gouwazi sat in a corner of the room with a dull look in his eyes. His nails dug deeply into the flesh of his palms, and he didn't even care about the blood flowing out from his nails.

If only there was a pill for regret in the world!

If they hadn't done that that day, perhaps things wouldn't have deteriorated to the extent they have now.

Unfortunately, there is no regret medicine in Yaoguandu, which is made up of herbal farmers, and you can't pick any regret medicine! At this time, Gouwazi's thoughts have jumped to more than ten days ago.

That was the day the old patriarch died.

The death of the old patriarch became a taboo in Yaoguandu. No one wanted to mention it, and the tribesmen silently arranged a funeral for the old patriarch.

The dead are gone, and the living are like this.

Seven days passed, and the townspeople thought it was just the seventh day after the death of an ordinary old man. No one expected that from that day on, strange things began to happen one after another in Yaoguandu.

At the beginning, livestock such as chickens and ducks died for no reason. The dead chickens and ducks were covered with a thin layer of frost, which was extremely strange.

The townspeople began to discuss whether it was some strange disease or an evil spirit had come to the town.

On the second day, a pair of gray cloth shoes were picked up by villagers at the Wujiang Ferry. That day, the entire Wujiang Ferry was in an uproar.

Because, these were the shoes of the old patriarch, and along with the shoes, four crooked characters appeared on the shore: I’m back! The characters were written very ugly, and they didn’t look like they were written by human hands, but rather by some kind of wild beast.

Scatter a handful of rice on the ground, and what the chickens peck at will be more beautiful than the words on the ground.

There was a lot of black silt around the characters. The residents of Yaoguandu, who made fishing their sideline, recognized at a glance that this was silt from the deep Wujiang River, which somehow appeared on the shore.

On this day, the vitality that the entire Yaoguan Town had finally recovered was destroyed again. It was even worse than the day the old patriarch died. It was like a duck with its throat strangled.

Everyone was silent but talking behind closed doors.

After all, what happened that day was so shameful that they couldn't bring themselves to speak of it.

At this time, some people were secretly discussing whether to find a wizard to take a look.

Regardless of whether the old patriarch has returned or not, it is most likely that an evil spirit has come. It would be better to find a wizard to destroy the evil spirit, otherwise we will not be able to live like this.

At first, this idea was only spread among a small circle of people, but later it spread throughout Yaoguandu like a plague and gained the support of almost all the townspeople of Yaoguandu.

A great favor turns into hatred!

Many people were unable to face the current situation and came up with this idea at the first moment. Although a small number of people opposed this idea, the spread of panic made it impossible to cause any waves.

The sudden appearance of the old patriarch's shoes, who had long died in the depths of the Wujiang River, the strange words "I'm back", and the corpses of chickens and ducks that died for no reason in the town really scared them.

The townspeople who had money contributed money, and those who had no money contributed things and people. They pooled together a large sum of money and prepared to go to Wujiang Prefecture to find a cultivator with great magical powers to slay demons and eliminate evil.

The man left on the morning of the third day.

He drove a bullock cart, carrying valuables and even two three to five hundred year old ginseng roots.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

This old ginseng is a relic of the old patriarch.

When the old patriarch was young, he was the most powerful herbalist in Yaoguandu. When he went out to explore the world, he brought back a third-rate martial arts manual called "Gecko Dragon Kung Fu".

The technique was not very powerful, but it was extremely suitable for the people of Yaoguandu, whose main occupation was collecting herbs. He had selflessly taught all the techniques to his people.

The old ginseng was probably obtained by the old patriarch accidentally in some remote place.

Since the old patriarch's children and wife all died in accidents and he had been a widower for many years, his belongings were dug out by the townspeople when they were arranging his funeral after his death and were placed in the ancestral temple in the town for worship.

Now it comes in handy to impress the master of spiritual practice.

However, the plan to seek help from an expert failed just as it was about to take action.

The person who went out came back in less than an hour.

Their faces were pale and miserable, as if they had lost their parents.

"It's over, Yaoguandu is over." The team leader Guan Daniu said with trembling lips.

He is the townsman who strongly advocates going out to invite a wizard, and is also the leader of the team. He is quite popular in the town, especially among the younger generation.

His Gecko Dragon Skill had already reached the level of a second-rate master, and his skills had already been cultivated to the highest level.

There was only one reason that could scare him so much. It turned out that a light white mist appeared around them not long after they walked out of the town. The further they went outside, the thicker the mist became, making it almost impossible to see anything.

With no way out, they could only return hand in hand.

Oddly enough, when they returned along the same path, the fog ahead gradually thinned.

They were delighted and decided to move on, and the fog suddenly became thicker again.

After repeating this three times.

Guan Daniu was in despair, and returned to Yaoguandu with his young and strong men.

After this incident, the townspeople of Yaoguandu became even more panic-stricken. Some of the townspeople who did not believe in the evil tried to go out, but in the end they all came back with a gloomy face.

Can’t get out!

Yaoguandu has become a dead end.

Can go in but cannot go out.

The mood of panic was brewing, and a visibly depressing atmosphere was hanging over Yaoguandu.

This small town is becoming increasingly desperate.

At this time, the frightened people finally remembered the kindness of the old patriarch.

Because many of them practiced the "Gecko Dragon Skill" which was taught personally by the old patriarch, the old patriarch treated them like a new life.

Before this technique was practiced, dozens of people died every year in Yaoguandu from falling off the cliff while picking herbs.

This means that at least a dozen families in Yaoguandu lose their young and strong breadwinners every year.

After practicing the "Gecko Dragon Skill", the death toll dropped sharply to one or two people, and even the income increased significantly.

Decades have passed, and it can be said that almost every family in Yaoguandu owes the old patriarch a life.

That night, everyone in Yaoguandu fell into reflection.

Someone secretly ran to the old patriarch's cenotaph and cried bitterly.

Some people ran to the shore of the Wujiang River ferry to kill chickens and burn yellow paper.

But those who ran to the ferry were horrified to find that the old cloth shoes of the old patriarch that were pushed to the shore by the river... were missing.

A line of muddy footprints appeared on the muddy ground on the shore.

Look at the direction of those footsteps.

That is the direction to Jinyaoguandu Town.

At this time, four twisted bloody characters appeared in the mud on the shore.

The characters were made up of a pile of river fish carcasses that had been eaten to pieces by strange animals.

I'm coming in! (End of this chapter)